There are a lot of emotional ups and downs that come with claiming "artist" as an occupation - in any sort of creative endeavor really. Trying to grow as an artist and as a business can be really fun, but also can get pretty discouraging. It's easy to start taking myself too seriously.
I find myself putting too much weight on my art -- I expect it to be beautiful, unique, to define me, and to make me some cash. My drawings just can't hold all that weight. It's not fair to them or to me to ask that of them. Some of them will be lovely gems that I sell again and again, and some of them wont leave the pages of my sketchbook. I never know which will be which when I'm in the process. And I shouldn't worry them about it.
I've been encouraged a bit recently by Elizabeth Gilbert's book Big Magic. I'm in the middle of it right now (it's my current bathroom book, if you must know). In one part, the "Permission" section, she talks about the freedom that can come from realizing that making art is really not that important. There are no art emergencies. The desire to create is definitely something that is innate in every human. It's a fulfilling and enjoyable endeavor, but the fate of the nations -- or even my future -- doesn't hang in the balance.
"Pure creativity is something better than a necessity; it's a gift. It's the frosting. Our creativity is a wild and unexpected bonus from the universe . . . It doesn't discourage me in the least, in other words, to know that my life's work is arguably useless. All it does is make me want to play." - Gilbert
I believe we were created by a god who can be known and named. He created us not because he needed to, but because he was delighted to do so. He's put that in all of us as well.
So let's play.
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